"HALLOWEEN 666: THE ORIGIN"
6 APRIL, 1994
EXT. DARK ROAD - NIGHT
Torrential rain hammers this gloomy, RURAL road. No sign of
life for miles. Until
A RED '73 CUTLASS
slices into view.
INT. CUTLASS - MOVING
DANA CHILDRESS, 22, blonde, fresh-faced, beautiful,
negotiates the vehicle through the driving rain... Her
windshield wipers are ineffective...
She appears slightly panicked, her eyes darting to the
rearview every few seconds, as if she fears she's being
Dana's GAS GAUGE has settled into the EMPTY zone...
Fiddling with the RADIO'S AM dial, we hear the eerie chorus
of "Mr. Sandman," when suddenly a portion of a SPECIAL
BULLETIN cuts into the music --
... an escaped serial killer,
convicted of the brutal murders of 34
people, was last seen in the vicinity
of - -
But a CRACK of LIGHTNING and a CROAK of THUNDER and the
broadcast is choked off...
Dana's eyes glance back into the rearview...
When, up ahead, like an oasis, there are shining fluorescent
A GAS STATION -- !
Dana pulls into the ramshackle building, the attendant bell
clanging her arrival -- v
No one appears for a few beats. And, as Dana is about to get
out of the car.
is by her window. He is creepy - long, rain-soaked hair,
mottled skin, eyes aglow with the furies of the insane. He
is clad in a blue jumpsuit, like those worn by both gas
station attendants AND sanitarium patients!
What'11 it be, sweet thing?
Uh, four dollars worth, please...
The man pumps the gas, leering at Dana all the while... Dana,
unnerved, attempts to ignore him, plays with the radio.
Through a sea of crackling static:
. . . the lunatic, who is described as
a white male--
The signal vanishes once more. Dana looks up --
-- and gives a little start --
-- For the man's idiot grin is at her windshield. But he's
only there to clean it... Windshield washer streaking
across... The man's smile somehow obscene...
The man goes to wash the rear windshield...
But all at once, he's wielding his washer like a baseball bat
and SWINGING IT into the car's side window -- !
The man is smashing through the window, pummeling at the
Dana is certain she has stumbled upon the escaped maniac --
and he's posing as a gas station attendant!
Dana makes to flee the car, but the man's attack ceases --
For a KITCHEN KNIFE has CLEAVED him cleanly across the THROAT
The man stumbles backwards, blood boiling out of his gashed
gullet -- v
He crumples to the wet ground. Dead.
Only then does Dana turn around to see, in her back seat,
who, it would seem, has been riding with her the whole time.
Myers' Halloween MASK shimmers in the rain, as he rises up,
dark and furious --
And, as the dripping knife begins its malefic descent towards
the screaming Dana, we
jerked from sleep. Out of the nightmare.
Not in a Cutlass at all, but in
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
She's bathed in sweat, terrified... Her eyes search the
room. Soft rain patters against her Windows...
Dana looks at her alarm CLOCK - it is just after midnight...
Dana grabs an opened notebook and a pen, from her night
table... Scribbles into the notebook...
INT. THERAPIST'S OFFICE - DAY
Dana is talking with DR. LESLIE WOOLF, 40ish, dark-haired,
solicitous. Dr. Woolf has Dana's notebook on her lap.
... and that's when you wake up?
Between midnight and one -- ?
Yes. Always --
I see. And the nightmare is just as
vivid each time -- ?
It seems to be becoming even more so.
These dreams you describe - their
frequency and composition - may very
well be rooted in deeper childhood
wishes and fears. This is very
cotnmon, in fact. Sometimes these
dreams fulfill these wishes --
I have never wished to be attacked
by a vicious serial killer, Dr.
Your obsession with Michael Myers is
curious... It's always Myers -- ?
Always. 'l mean, if I'm going to have
to have recurring dreams, why
couldn't they involve Mei Gibson and
a desert island?
Those dreams can be just as traumatic
upon waking, Dana. Trust me. I
know. / \
She smiles warmly. Dana shrugs...
It's just like... He\won't leave me
alone -- \
INT. CHANNEL 6 OFFICES - CHICAGO
A local NBC affiliate. Dana sits in her office, drinking
coffee and reading REUTERS. Something has caught her eye.
We briefly see the words HADDONFIELD and HALLOWEEN in the
ROBERT CLIFTON, early 40s, handsome and affable, in baggy
linen suit and funky necktie, t^ps on her open door, slightly
Sorry. Conference time. You ready
to change the world?
Absolutely. And maybe we could start
with that tie --
She follows him out, taking the Reuters with her --
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM
A staff meeting. Seven or eight PEOPLE around a table with
the tools of their trade - cigarettes, coffee and
newspapers - scattered before them...
NED BRINKMAN, the balding and pudgy producer, presides...
We've got three Special Assignment
slots for November. Let's see if we
can't make 'em good ones... No more
"Cooking Nonfat Brownies With Uncle
Pete... " Okay?
Sure. But who's gonna break it to
Uncle Pete -- ?
A female reporter - MONICA - speaks up:
There's a new cancer wing at Memorial
that might be interesting. Some
prominent specialists from Boston are
working there --
Forget it. Worrying about cancer
causes cancer spreads. No more
friggin' cancer stories --
Let's combine them: "The Nonfat
Brownie As Carcinogen..."
Very funny. What've you got today?
Move me, Geraldo --
I thought you'd never ask. There's a
doctor in Buffalo Grove that says he
was practicing assisted suicides ten
years before Kevorkian --
And, what, now he wants residual
It's a good piece --
Acch. Suicide, cancer... I want to
be entertained --
Dana? How about you? Save me from
this morass of mediocrity --
They all turn to Dana... Clifton issues her a warm,
supportive smile. She fumbles with her newspaper --
Uh, up in Haddonfield, they're
celebrating Halloween for the first
time since the last murders in 1989.
The Myers murders --
Right. But it's a story about
recovery, I think. Last month's
MONEY MAGAZINE listed Haddonfield as
one of the most liveable town in
America. But many residents are
strongly opposed to the ruling to
reinstate Halloween --
Murder. Morality. Civic pride. A
town haunted by its unspeakable past.
Very gothic. Titillating without
being tabloid... I like it...
We know what you like --
Dana and Clifton ignore Monica's swipe... They are looking at
Brinkman for a verdict...
Yeah. Okay. And you take it Dana.
Me, sir -- ?
Why not? Baptism by fire. Are you
up to it -- ?
Y-yes... Of course --
I could go with her, boss. Make sure
things run smoothly. Seeing as how
it's her virgin gig in the field --
Nice word choice --
Sounds like a plan --
Dana is somewhat dazed at this unexpected assignment.
Clifton winks at her --
And you might want to contact a Dr.
Sam Loomis. He was Michael Myers'
doctor when all heil broke loose in
Haddonfield. Spent most of the last
30 years chasing Myers...
Really? How'd you like to have that
guys dreams. Ouch.
A WHITE-ROBED FIGURE
wearing a whole-head DEER MASK...
Some kind of CEREMONY... We are in a CELTIC VILLAGE, circa
1000 BC --
INT. VIRTUAL REALITY COMPUTERIZED WORLD
Multi-colored, 3-D sitnulation via computer graphics. A riot
of hues and shadows... A startling phantasmagoria --
The robed figure is brought to ^n ALTAR, festooned with BODY
PARTS, MACES, SCEPTERS, ENTRAILS...
A HIGH PRIEST
presides... He holds a large, jewel-encrusted DAGGER...
He raises the dagger...
A FLASH OF LIGHT
And we SEE the WHITE ROBED FIGURE enter the ceremony hall
again.. A virtual REPLAY of what we've just witnessed...
He's ushered down to the High Priest. And just as the dagger
And we're back to the scene's BEGINNING...
Goddamitt -- !!
The Virtual Reality USER curses again and dismantles his
apparatus: the TACTILE-SENSOR-EQUIPPED GLOVES and
A high-tech COMPUTER SYSTEM is hooked up to the Virtual
Come on! Let me through... Let me
through -- !
NEW ANGLE - FILTHY BOOTS
climb the dark STAIRWAY leading up to the attic...
continues to ride the joystick... Work the toggle...
THE FILTHY BOOTS
approach the STEEL attic door... They open it...
SCREAMS -- !
The hacker howls in terror, ripping off his head-mount --
TOMMY DOYLE, 29,
tall, lean, wild-haired.
He turns to face the intruders --
TWO TEENAGERS, 17: MICKEY and BAD NEWS...
Hey, Trembling Tommy -- ! We scare
you -- ?
Of course we scare him... He's always
scared. That's why he's Trembling
We're having a party tonight, Tom...
Lots of chicks... We'd appreciate it
if you'd just stay the heil up
here... No start ranting and
Like the 4th of July party... I'm
this close to taking Kim Kreshkin
into my room... Trembling Tommy
starts going off about Michael Myers
and the Gods of Harvest and then,
bang!, Kimmy's too spooked to give up
any play at all --
The two kids hoot and howl disappear back down the stairs...
Tommy watches them go... He drops his head-mount, frustrated.
we take in most of the ATTIC APARTMENT... And it's a Virtual
SHRINE to Michael Myers lore and legend:
The walls are papered with clippings, photos, laminates
relating to Myers, Haddonfield and Halloween...
Piles of books, papers, computer diskettes. Religious
artifacts, talismans, totems... A true pack-rat's lair...
ANGLE - LAMINATE - from the HADDONFIELD LANDMARK, dated
November 1, 1963 - the headline screaming TODDLER KILLS
SISTER IN REAL-LIFE HALLOWEEN HORROR...
Tommy yanks the DISC out of his COMPUTER DRIVE - it's
entitled SAMHAIN: IN SEARCH OF...
A NOISE FROM OUTSIDE
Tommy goes to the slatted window... Looks down:
FROM TOMMY'S P.O.V.
Mickey and Bad News are getting into a red PICK-UP TRUCK...
Bad News looks up at the attic...
Halloween's coming, Tommy! Wooo-ooo!
Bad News bellows horror-movie theme music...
Tommy turns back to his room.
Tommy glances at an old, yellowed PHOTOGRAPH of A YOUNG BOY
and LAURIE STRODE (Jamie Lee Curtis' character from the first
film). They are carving a pumpkin...
Tommy stares at the photo. Somewhat wistful...
And, in AMPLIFIED PRE-LAP, we hear:
... Annie Bracket... Robert
Thornton... Linda Yannick...
EXT. HADDONFIELD - CENTER OF TOWN - PARK - DAY
A light drizzle makes the day brood...
Tommy Doyle is in the park, MEGAPHONE to his mouth...
... Jamie Lloyd... Emily Meeker...
A small CROWD has gathered, as Tommy continues to exhort the
... Allison Platt... Edward Younis...
Stewart Fry... The victims! They cry
out to you... From their graves...
From a place of darkness... Do not
allow Halloween to return to
Haddonfield... It is an affront to
their memories... They cry out to
you... Stop the madness... Stop the
A SHERIFF'S CAR pulls up... FLASHES its lights... Gives a
BURP of SIREN...
SHERIFF NORV LITMAN
early 40s, cocksure... steps out of his vehicle...
He walks through the uneasy crowd...
Up to Tommy...
Litman snatches the megaphone out of Tommy's hands...
That's enough, Tommy --
It's not enough... It won't be enough
until you cancel Halloween...
This is the fourth time this week,
Tommy... I don't want to have to lock
you up until November lst...
Lock us all up... Lock the town up...
The neighborhood weirdo shit is
getting old, Tommy... Give it a rest,
And with that Litman walks back to his cruiser... Tommy's
megaphone in hand... v
The crowd disperses...
Tommy shouts after Norv/the crowd...
You see -- ! You won't be able to
hide! Not when he returns -- ! Not
when he comes home -- !
But no one gives a shit... Show's over...
INT. DANA'S OFFICE - CHANNEL 6 - NIGHT
Dana is on the phone, listening... Spread out on the desk
before her is a phone book, along with old newspapers, and
books and articles pertaining to the Myers murders...
One of the hardcover books is the Time-Life edition on serial
killers... Ted Bundy sneers from the cover...
... Uh-huh... So no one has heard
from him in three years... Yes...
You're certain he retired? Okay.
Thanks very much for your time...
She hangs up, disappointed... She starts thumbing mindlessly
through the Time-Life book...
We/she come across the grainy visages of Bundy, Dahmer, Ed
Gein, Henry Lee Lucas, Gacy...
And then Michael Myers...
The first page features a grinning 6-year-old boy...
Dana turns the page --
-- to a SHOT of Michael with his signature MASK on. . .
Dana stares down at it.
The man of her dreams...
A shadow falls across her desk. ^ Startles her.
But it's only Ed Brinkman... Raincoat and briefcase...
Walk you to your car - - ?
EXT. CHANNEL 6 - PARKING LOT
Brinkman and Dana walk out...
I tried to reach Dr. Loomis in
Smith's Grove. They said he
Can't blame him for that. The
question is why he waited so long.
Loomis was Jack Ruby to Myers' Lee
Harvey Oswald. The two will be
linked for eternity. He certainly
deserves a peaceful retirement...
There's nothing much on Michael
Myers' parents. I was surprised...
Don't be. His folks skirted the
press for years... Can't blame them
either. After the shitstorm they
went through. Nope. You're chasing
ghosts on this one, Dana. It's
frustrating... But that's half the
He climbs into his car. Rolls down the window
You'11 be fine... See the promos --
They're nice --
We're gonna run 'em like mad... Get
you a big share for your coming-out
party. Good night, kid --
Good night. And Mr. Brinkman - - ?
Yeah -- ?
He winks. And drives off...
Dana is alone in the silent parking lot.
A pair of scabby TOMCATS forage in the garbage cans nearby...
The CARBON ARC parking lot NIGHT-LIGHTS CRACKLE TO LIFE...
Illuminating the lot...
... tossing a SHADOW on the wall by Dana...
The shadow of a tall FIGURE --
Dana jerks around. Terrified. And then sees that is is
merely the shadow of a TRANSPONDER and ANTENNAE, which give
the illusion of being man-like...
Get a grip girl --
It starts to rain. Dana gathers closed the collar of her
coat... She gets into her car. A late-model Honda...
She glances in the backseat in what, we assume, has become a
Get a fuckin' grip --
EXT. A CORNER TAVERN - NIGHT
Raucous MUSIC. High partying. A banner says: "The Night
Before Halloween Halloween Party!"
And, indeed, through the glassfront window, we can see scores
of costumed REVELERS, hoisting beers and dancing...
Out the front door,
FOUR FRAT GUYS
raw-boned and beer-drunk, walk out of the joint. They are
dressed like DROOGS - the nihilistic Street gang from Stanley
Kubrick's A CLOCKWORK ORANGE - bowler hats, canes,
suspenders, jack boots, jock-straps worn on the outside...
Where to now -- ?
How 'bout a little in-out, in-out?
They giggle and stagger on down the Street...
EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT
A swirling FOG blankets this filthy Street in a bad section
of town... Boarded up stores, graffiti-scrawled storefronts.
HOMELESS PEOPLE shuffle about listlessly, shivering, foisting
out their change cups...
Our four drunk Droogs pass by
A dumpster. RATS scurrying about. One of the Droogs
notices something down the alley's murky length...
Hold on, mates --
He walks into the alley... His friends follow --
They come to a SLEEPING FORM... A homeless MAN (though we
don't see his face) sleeping on his bed of rubbish.
Newspaper blanket, etc.
Well, look what we have here?
Anyone up for a bit of the old
Droog #2 pokes a jack booted toe at the slumbering derelict.
The derelict stirs. But sleeps on...
What was the song they sung?
I dunno. Something from WEST SIDE
Noooo. It was "Singin' In the Rain!"
Yes -- !
Good call --
"I'm singin' in the rain --
And he Iets loose with a furious KICK... Right into the bum's
The bum Iets out a groan...
DROOG #1 (CONT.)
-- just singin' in the rain --
WHUMP! Another kick. This time to the head...
Droog #2 joins in...
What a glorious feeling --
BRUNKKK! A Cane to the head...
They are going to town on the bum...
Droog #4 doesn't like it...
Come on, guys... That's enough --
But they ignore him...
... I'm ha-apppy agai--
Droog #l's cane swing down for a skull shot...
But its downward are is STOPPED...
By a GLOVED HAND... v
Catching it in mid-air. The derelict's hand...
And the derelict RISES... Dark and shambling...
And we go into the familiar SUBJECTIVE P.O.V.
The derelict's P.O.V.
As the strange man snatches the cane from Droog #l's grasp..
And, wielding it like a spear, he DRIVES IT THROUGH Droog
#l's throat. Pinning Droog #1 to the alley wall. Piked.
The derelict turns to Droog #2... Grabs him in a head-lock.
With a single, brutal twitch, he SNAPS the punk's neck...
Droog #3 is horrified... Enraged...
You killed them! You fuckin' killed
them -- !
The derelict turns to him... And Droog #3 sees his face...
And it must be pretty horrible, because Droog #3 completely
loses his shit...
Droog #4 is backing out of the alley --
Let's get outta here, Peter -- !
But Droog #3 is frozen in fear...
skitters by on the DUMPSTER...
The derelict plucks the greasy rodent from its perch...
PETER -- !
The derelict holds the rat before Droog #3's face...
Droog #3 jaw drops. Mouth opened.
Because the derelict JAMS THE RAT into Droog #3's MOUTH...
Forcing it into his throat, masfcing it into his face...
Crushing both the vermin and the victim...
Now the derelict turns to Droog #4...
But Droog #4 is tearing out of the alleyway. Urine stain
spreading over his Droogie white pants and jock...
And now we HEAR the LABORED BREATHING...
And we realize just who the derelict is...
Our old friend.
INT. APARTMENT HOUSE - CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Dana walks down the shadowy hallway. She carries groceries.
She Iets herself into an apartment with a key...
A TV is on. The room bathed in blue and white. The
abundance of chintz tells us these are not Dana's digs.
Trinkets and bric-a-brac everywhere. Plasticine covers on
the furniture. This is an old lady's pad --
Dana goes into the tiny kitchen. Begins to unpack the
bundles. She shouts into the TV room...
It's me... I brought you some stuff.
I brought you some cranberry juice.
Some bread. Rice. And, since you've
been a good girl, some white
She brings it into the living room. To where her 84-year-old
GRANDMOTHER - white-haired, cardigan sweater slung over bony
shoulders - sits in an overstuffed easy-chair and watches
"Wheel of Fortune."
We should also notice Grammy's MOLE - a dark brown knob,
perhaps the size of a nickel - on the side of her nose...
Dana kisses the old lady on one dry cheek...
Want a piece?
Dana sits by her grandmother. Takes her hand. Grammy
gestures to the TV, to Pat on "The Wheel."
Mr. Pat Sajak. I teil you. He
really does it for me --
Grammy -- !
I'd like to buy him a vowel --
Are you purposely trying to be
scandalous -- ?
Oh, poo. You yourself could do with
some scandalous behavior. You should
do a lot less working and a lot more
flirting and maybe you wouldn't have
to spend all your nights sitting with
an old lady...
I like sitting with you --
What about the fellow at the station?
What about him?
I think he's too old --
Don't think of it as old. Think of
it as well-versed. Seasoned --
Yeah, well. We're ju§t friends.
Dana notices something on the doo-dad-crowded bureau -
Dana walks over and picks it up... it's a FIGURINE - a
masked SOLDIER wielding a spear...
Nothing. Just another bauble. A
gift from one of my gentleman callers
But Grammy seems a bit jazzed at Dana handling the thing...
Put it down now and come over here --
Dana goes back to Grammy. She sighs and opens the bar of
white chocolate. Nibbles a piece. Grammy shouts at the
puzzle on The Wheel: "MD ON A NU " --
Madison Avenue, you dodo -- !
ANGLE - The Figurine. Standing guard.
INT. GRAMMY'S APARTMENT - ELEVATOR
Dana waits for the old-fashioned cage-and-cable elevator...
When it stops at her floor, she slides open the door and
steps in --
-- only to bump into Michael Myers -- !
His mask mocking her fear...
But then we see that it is only a gaunt OLD MAN in a shabby
Did I spook you, love -- ?
INT. HOMELESS SHELTER
A place right out of Dickens. 600 beds. All filled. The
air is alive with a cacophony o£ retching and moaning sounds
MEN spew gibberish and rock with DTs. Water, trickling into
a drain, is stained with blood. One GUY passes out and fall
forward, his head hitting the floor like a melon. He is
An old console TV, its vertical hold broken, broadcasts some
mindless sitcom to an audience of filthy, sleeping men...
The familiar LABORED BREATHING announces an arrival...
Michael Myers has entered the shelter. Homeless MEN nod to
him and look away... He is a regular here...
Something on the TV catches his attention...
Myers goes to it, SHOVING a young RAGMAN out of the way...
ANGLE - TV. It is a Channel 6 promo... For the "Halloween in
... Halloween returns to Haddonfield,
a town whose gaping wounds have
finally healed. The question locals
are asking is, what else will
return with Halloween? All next
week, join Channel 6's Dana
Childress, for a 6-Team Special
Assignment Report from Haddonfield...
ON SCREEN: Dana. Ann Taylor outfit. Looking smart and
... a town where "Fear Has A
Michael's breathing increases...
The Ragman is back in his face...
Whyn't you have some manners,
pal -- ?
The Ragman shoves Michael. Michael takes the Ragman's hand
and snaps his wrist like a week-old baguette...
Michael storms out of the shelter.
Leaving the Ragman to writhe on the floor...
INT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT
Tommy Doyle is at the front desk, a BOX of chocolates in
hand... The NURSE ON-DUTY sits before him...
Could you please teil me what floor
Dr. Sam Loomis' office is on -- ?
The nurse gives him a funny look --
"Office?" I never heard it called
that before --
I'd like to see him, please --
Then why don't you check with his
She cracks herself up. Tommy is confused...
I need to see the doctor --
Don't we all -- ?
Teil me: is "smug" a job requirement
The nurse looks at him. Cold. Scans a list.
He's on the third floor of the Cox
Wing. Room 345.
Tommy heads for the elevators...
Smug on that, sucker --
INT. ELEVATOR - COX WING - THIRD FLOOR
It dings open. Tommy steps out --
The corridors are dimly-lit... The banks of fluorescents wink
on and off, casting Rorschach shadows on the walls...
The first thing we see is a bald, leering PATIËNT,
body-surfing on a hospital gurney, directly at Tommy/Us. His
tongue lags down onto his chin...
Tommy passes ROOMS, doors open - various PATIENTS of all
shapes and sizes, cavort about, dressed in stained hospital
Lazy-eyed, grinning, acne-ridden, moaning...
The third floor is the MENTAL WARD. The badly-run mental
ward. It is a hotbed of lunacy. SCREAMS ring out...
But, somehow worse than the screams is the GIGGLING. High,
sweet, madman giggling...
Tommy comes up to
and steps in. And there sits
DR. SAM LOOMIS, 71.
Withered and pale, he channel-surfs with his REMOTE CONTROL.
Loomis wears the hospital shirt/pants UNIFORM of a patiënt --
Tommy knocks softly on his open door...
Loomis nods. Tommy enters, a little afraid --
I'm sorry to bother you, sir. I know
Who are you?
I, uh, my name is Tommy Doyle, sir.
From Haddonfield --
This perks Loomis up a bit... Worry in his eyes...
I've suffered two heart attacks,
young man. You don't want to assist
on a hat trick, do you? Haddonfield?
From behind Tommy, in the hallway, an old sickly MAN shuffles
along the corridor, an IV tree his only companion... The man
chatters to an invisible enemy...
Take that, MacGraw... ! Take that,
you foolish fiend... Take that!
What are you doing in here?
Odd isn't it? I spent nearly all of
my life caring for the insane, only
to join their ranks in the end...
Too many damned demons. This --
(taps his head)
-- become the site of too many damn
coffee klatches for too many damn
I - I was the little boy Laurie
Strode saved 16 years ago tomorrow...
Saved from Michael Myers...
At even the sound of his name, Loomis appears visibly
The little Doyle boy. You've grown.
How ever did you find me?
Sheriff Meeker, sir -\
Of course. Ben has his own damn
demons, doesn't he? Poor bastard's
starting to sound an awful lot like
I used to --
Well, they're bringing Halloween back
to town tomorrow night. I don't know
if you've heard. They voted on it a
couple of weeks ago..
A growling SNORE from Loomis' roommate interrupts us for a
I'm scared, Dr. Loomis. I mean, they
never found the Lloyd girl... Or
Michael's body. Five cops were
blasted to pieces... What if it
Time hasn't healed all your wounds,
has it, Tommy? But the little Lloyd
girl was the last one. The last
living blood relative. Unless
there's another sealed file out there
somewhere - and God knows, the Myers
family has more sealed files than the
damned Warren Commission. Let that
be a lesson to all those new family
value types. Don't ever hide the
truth from your children...
A banshee SCREECH from down the hall... Followed by an
A fellow could go insane in this
I guess I'm still afraid of the
Boogeyman. All these years later.
Michael's not one of us, Tommy.
Never was, never will be. I put a
half-dozen bullets into him point
blank... Yet still he rosé...
I've been researching the Festival of
Samhain, sir. The Feast of Life In
Death. The Celtic New Year. Death
of Summer. What became Halloween...
I think it's somehow linked...
The death of summer, indeed. Michael
knows about Samhain... I've always
believed that. But to what end?
Cursed bloodlines, that sort of thing
It's mere mythology,- I've gone that
route a hundred times over. Michael
kills on Halloween, thus the Samhain
ceremony of All Hallowed Eve is to be
blamed? If Michael carried out his
insane depredations on Thanksgiving,
who would we take to task then? The
Loomis goes to an old shoebox... Takes something from it.
It is a FIGURINE. Like that in Dana's grandmother's flat
The bronze soldier with the spear...
Perhaps you should take this --
What is it -- ?
A talisman. A gris-gris. A charm.
I don't know actually. I just know
that I'm much more comfortable when
I'm in it's presence... And I think
you may be as well...
You could come with me. To town.
Just for tomorrow --
I'm tired, son. Devoting my life to
the darkness has placed a shroud on
my soul. A shadow. You're on your
way there as well. You're a young
man. Go out and buy some blue jeans.
Meet a girl. Dance on the beach.
Put all this behind you --
I can't do that, sir.
Beat. Loomis nods.
I know you can't, son.
Beat. They stare at each other through the gloom --
I'd like to help you. Really, I
would. But the cudgel is just too
damned heavy for this old man. It
needs younger bones to heft it --
He offers Tommy a regretful smile...
Tommy looks afraid. Very afraid.
And from down the hall, the madmen SHRIEK...
EXT. NEWS 6 VAN - MOVING - HIGHWAY - DAY
The van's driver, ANDY, pudgy and bespectacled, keeps her at
a nice legal 55...
INT. REAR OF THE VAN
The front of the van is separated from the rear by a WALL of
In the rear with the gear, are Dana, Robert Clifton, TONY,
the gonzo sound guy, and BLAKE, t the wise-ass cameraman...
Dana is poring over a MAP of Haddonfield and scribbling notes
onto a clipboard... She is dressed in a smart sweater and
A little, yeah --
You teil your Grandmother about the
I didn't want to worry her...
Tony is perusing Dana's literature on Michael --
If anyone was an argument for the
death penalty, you got to figure it
was this guy --
I'd still like to see Arsenio Hall go
He pops a TAPE into a VIDEO PLAYER --
Check this shit out --
He pops a TAPE into a VIDEO PLAYER...
ANGLE - THE MONITOR - On it we see a reconstitutded
two-dimensional IMAGE of a BRAIN cross-section...
What is that -- ?
A CAT-scan. That's a brain... But
not just any brain...
Who's brain -- ?
Dana snatches the notes from Blake...
It's Michael Myers' brain... Blake,
stop fooling around --
Oh, I'm sorry. I don't mean to make
fun of the whacko --
Tony studies the images on the monitor...
What am I seeing -- ?
Color is added to the image... Highlighting tissue density...
Not much. The CAT-scans never
revealed anything - no brain damage
or hormonal imbalances. No genetic
irregularities at all.
The CAT-scan builds sections, until the brain appears almost
Yet he kills at least 44 people along
the way. A world record. No genetic
imbalances... Just a garden variety
ANGLE - The CAT-scan... Michael's BRAIN... Innocuous-looking
EXT. CHANNEL 6 VAN - MOVING
The van takes it right on into Haddonfield proper --
Passing a SIGN that reads: WELCOME TO HADDONFIELD. HOME OF
THE HUSKERS. 'Though someone has scribbled over HUSKERS in
red paint and scrawled the words MICHAEL MYERS...
A MAN is scrubbing off the graffiti with a large sponge.
The van pulls into HARDY'S, a small Mom & Pop store with a
dirt parking lot...
Dana and the crew enter
Typical sundry shop... An impressive array of beef jerky in
plastic decanters... A sign says: "MOM'S BURIED BUT WE'VE
GOT POP ON ICE" before a tub of sodas...
HARDY LOMAX, 64, the balding proprietor - all ear and nostril
whiskers, is servicing a few last minute Halloween SHOPPERS.
Behind the counter, another SIGN says: SHOP 'N CHOP -
OFFICIAL HALLOWEEN PROPERTIES...
This kook looks like he could give us
sotne killer sound bites, Dana.
Comeon, Blake --
Clifton exits, taking Blake with him. Dana trains her eyes
on the rubber (MICHAEL MYERS) MASKS displayed behind the
There's various Halloween MEMORABILIA: plastic butcher
knives, maps, videotapes, books, FANGORIA magazines and
blood-spattered t-shirts bearing the legend "I SPENT
HALLOWEEN IN HADDONFIELD AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY
T-SHIRT. AND THIS SLASHED CAROTID!!"
Also, we should note the three EVIL MASKS featured in
HALLOWEEN 3 - the PUMPKIN, WITCH, and SKULL...
Clifton returns with a microphone and Blake has his camera.
Excuse me, sir. I'm Dana Childress
from Channel 6, Chicago --
Lomax shakes her hand. Nodding to the camera --
Hardy Lomax... Owner/operator -
Lomax' Route 15...
Hardy, excited at the sudden attention, folds down the few
remaining wisps of his hair.
We're in town today for a feature on
Haddonfield and its controversial
decision to celebrate Halloween after
the 5-year respite. Sir, can you
teil us what you are selling behind
the counter there?
Lomax chuckles and moves back to where all hxs Halloween
merchandise is.. .
You want it, I got it. Take a good
look-see. It's all here, 'cept for
the body parts --
Sniggering, he pulls down a Myers mask and foists it directly
towards the camera...
HARDY LOMAX (CONT.)
These babies here, they're selling
like the devil. Some of the uptights
in town are all sore about it, but
what the heil? Never been a lousy
rubber mask that got anybody into
trouble, has there
Are you a resident of Haddonfield,
32 years now. I've seen it all and
done most of it... We got these
He takes out a package of SERIAL KILLER CARDS - The Michael
Myers one is a cheesy rendering of Michael carving up a human
head like a pumpkin...
HARDY LOMAX (CONT.)
A mint Myers is worth just as much
as an '87 Bundy or a '92 Jeffrey
Dahmer... Who needs Mickey Mantle's
Rookie Card, anyway -- ?
Lomax chortles into his fist, which soon turns into an ugly
COUGH. So Hardy fires up a filterless Lucky...
Very interesting, sir --
Lomax picks up a PLASTIC KNIFE...
HARDY LOMAX (CONT.)
We got these here fake knives, too...
So's you can stab your buddies
without hurtin' 'em --
He demonstrates on a CANTALOUPE... Only the knife is QUITE
REAL... An it slices cleanly through the fruit...
Lomax is shocked -
HARDY LOMAX (CONT.)
That's weird --
Maybe it needs new batteries --
Dana gives Blake a "shut your hole" look --
Lomax sticks the knife under the counter, out of harm's way.
How do you feel about the town
bringing back a holiday that's
associated with so many deadly
memories? Memories of Michael Myers?
I'm too old to be believing in
ghosts, honey. No offense or
nothin'. But when you get to be my
age, there's only two things that
scare you: the morning movement and
misplacing the TV GUIDE.
He opens the cash register... Takes out several bills - a
twenty, a five, a ten...
Nope. The only ghosts I believe in,
doll, are the ghosts of Andrew
Jackson, Abe Lincoln, Alexander
He chuckles and waves the paper money at them...
Dana finds the old coot a bit unsettling...
Thank-you for your time, Mr. Lomax.
Okee-doke. And Happy Halloween --
The crew pile back into the van'! . .
There's your first Haddonfield
resident who's truly "recovered,"
wouldn't you say?
INT. DEPARTMENT STORE - HADDONFIELD CENTER - DAY
Throngs of giddy YOUNGSTERS and their PARENTS form long lines
at the registers, toting costumes and candy...
EXT. DEPARTMENT STORE
Across the Street, Sheriff Litman stands by his cruiser with
our old friend BEN MEEKER, 59, former Sheriff of Haddonfield.
They watch as hordes of kids and their folks exit the big
store and trundle out to waiting Volvos, Saabs, Beemers...
It scares me just watching 'em, Norv.
Most of 'em don't know Michael Myers
from Michael Jordan --
But their parents know they've both
retired, Ben. You should've gotten
your worried ass on the Board of
Selectmen. A vote's a vote.
How many members of that board lost
children to Michael Myers? Answer me
True. But most who did left town
long ago. You didn't. I know how
you must feel, Ben, but it's a dead
Meeker glances at him. Unfortunate choice of words... They
watch the kids, giddy with trick-or-treat anticipation...
NORV LITMAN (CONT.)
Look at 'em... They'r^ bustin' out.
That's what this is about, Ben. It's
about kids... It's for the kids...
Teil that to the little Lloyd girl.
She's still doing the milk carton
circuit and we're shoving Halloween
down everyone's throat...
We see the Channel 6 News VAN pass them...
Litman gets into his cruiser...
It's all in the past now, Ben --
Litman shakes his head and drives off... Meeker walks toward
EXT. TOWN HALL - DAY
A small gathering of PROTESTERS - most of them middle-aged -
mill about in front of Town Hall, carrying signs and placards
decrying the reinstatement of Halloween...
The signs: "LET US PRAY FOR THE VICTIMS" "DON'T LIFT THIS
BAN, T00!" "DEATH LIVES IN HADDONFIELD" "HADDONFIELD'S
FAVORITE SON - A KILLER?" "EXECUTE JUSTICE NOT PEOPLE"
Dana and the crew set up a shot in the foreground of the
NEW ANGLE - From a SUBJECTIVE P.O.V. someone is watching
The observer moves closer... Closer...
In Haddonfield, 31 years ago tonight,
Michael Myers scarred the face of
Halloween forever. But three decades
after the trick-or-treating turned
afoul, and five years after Myers'
last murderous visit, this affluent
town of 21,000 is reborn again. And
tonight, after a five year Halloween
hiatus, the trick-or-treating will
begin anew, courtesy of a Town
Council ruling. But, as you can see
behind me, not everyone thinks this
is a very good idea --
QUICK SHOTS OF INTERVIEWS:
My son Brady was killed 5 years ago
tonight. Out of respect for him and
the others, the ban should remain in
WOMAN WITH CHILD
Our house will be off-limits for
trick-or-treaters. Some of us have
decided to burn candles in the
Windows in memorial... Five years
isn't five hundred years...
It's these new folks come to town,
with their BMWs and their car phones
and their suspenders. They don't
know what they're doing... What
they're summoning --
Halloween, shmalloween. It's all
about candy sales...
It's like "get a life, huh?" Grown
men and women afraid of ghosts?
Maybe Myers is gonna bring Bigfoot,
Nessie and Elvis with him... Now
that'd be rockin' --
Our SUBJECTIVE P.O.V. of Dana is now inches from her
She turns, colliding into
sending the stacks of books he carries to the ground.
Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry --
Dana bends to help him gather his books. She notices their
TITLES - books about cultural mythology, the occult, Celtic
You should be careful not to get too
close to your story here. Shit
happens in Haddonfield. I've seen
Dana nods. And walks away... Tommy follows her... Grabs her
I'm Tommy Doyle. I'm the oldest
survivor of Michael Myers. I knew he
was the Boogeyman then. Nothing has
happened since to make me believe
You want to be on TV? I can arrange
That's not it. .. I just want to live
to see tomorrow --
Dana regards him. His eyes frightened... But then Clifton is
Problem, Dana -- ?
Dana looks at Tommy. There's an earnestness there, behind the
No. Thanks, Robert --
A DISTURBANCE NEARBY
It is FATHER CARPENTER (the priest from HALLOWEEN 4), and
he's ranting from the steps of Town Hall --
Damnation knows no vacation! Is it
safe to babysit in Haddonfield again?
Think again -- !
He leers his toothless grin... Playing for Blake's camera
FATHER CARPENTER (CONT.)
But you can't fight city hall -- !
He turns. And he's looking right at Dana... Rheumy eyes
boring into her --
FATHER CARPENTER (CONT.)
Been dreaming lately, sweet thing?
They come true this time of year --
Ben Meeker and a few other TOWNFOLK hustle the crazy old man
Old creep thought he knew you --
Dana is shaken up... Clifton takes her hand...
I hate this town --
She looks around for Tommy Doyle...
But he is gone.
We've got what we need here. Meeker
gave me some names of some of the
older survivors. We'11 go talk to
The crew head back for the van...
Does the name Tommy Doyle mean
anything to you?
Nope. Who's that?
I don't know --
Dana climbs into the front of the van... The rest of them in
the back. Andy drives off...
. CUT TO:
EXT. HADDONFIELD STREET - DUSK
A residential neighborhood.
A YOUNG GIRL, 11, wheels her INFANT sibling in a BABY
CARRIAGE, up the sidewalk fronting her house.
Suddenly, the carriage SLAMS into a pair of LEGS...
Muddy BOOTS wedge the carriage's WHEELS...
The infant cries...
The young girl stares up at MICHAEL (whose face we still
don't see). Transfixed...
Excuse me --
She looks at his face... Blinks...
YOUNG GIRL (CONT.)
Are you okay -- ?
Nothing from Michael.
The young girl, a little scared now, guides the carriage out
of the way...
She wheels it further down the sidewalk...
She turns to look back to where he stood..
Only he is gone...
EXT. HADDONFIELD CEMETERY - NIGHT
Mickey and Bad News, Tommy's housemates, pull up to the
outskirts of the cemetery in their red pick-up...
With them is WENDY, a 17-year-old blond all attitude and
They are killing the rest of a joint, cranking the new
This is like so creepy here --
Never got stoned in a graveyard
before? Works every time --
Mickey backs the truck up...
The pick-up's bed is equipped with an ELECTRIC CABLE WINCH...
Bad News leaps from the truck and takes one end of the
steel-reinforced winch-cable, bringing it over to a
cold blue granite... Bad News secures the cable around the
headstone, cinching tight the metal clasp...
This is so wrong --
The key to a good bash is
decorations. Balloons and streamers
just don't cut it on Halloween --
Kick it, bro -- !
Mickey hits the winch-toggle. With a whirr and a hum, the
spool rotates, the cord pulled taut...
And the headstone is LIFTED from the grave...
Bad News steadies the marker, as it is yanked aloft --
Mickey lowers the winch, lowers the headstone...
It settles heavily into the pick-up's bed...
Mickey and Bad News high-five... Wendy frowns...
You guys are seriously twisted --
They pile back into the pick-up...
ANGLE: THE HEADSTONE.
And we get our first look at its INSCRIPTION:
It is JUDITH MYERS' HEADSTONE --
The pick-up tears off, spraying sod... The kids laugh...
Leaving the GAPING HOLE where the gravestone had been planted
We MOVE TO THE MAW and, perhaps faintly, we can HEAR the
The sounds of a LEGION. The sounds of the damned.
And a TEARING SOUND... A FISSURE FORMING...
SEVERAL SHAFTS OF LIGHT SPIROCHETTE FROM THE HOLE...
But before we have time to even consider this. We've
INT. HARDY'S - NIGHT
Lomax is closing up for the night. Cashing out...
Most of the lights have been turned off...
The door BELL rings, signaling the arrival of a customer, and
Lomax shakes his head at the late patron...
We're closed, Mister. Sorry...
Cue the HEAVY BREATHING. Uh-oh.
HANDS reach out for a display of BARBECUE ACCOUTREMENTS.
A long twin-tined barbecue FORK is selected...
Lomax watches as the stranger approaches...
HARDY LOMAX (CONT.)
Which word didn't you understand,
fat-ass? "Closed?" "Mister?" Or
"Sorry?" Cos I'm withdrawin' the
Michael is at the counter...
Lomax picks up a stone PAPER WEIGHT next to the register --
Michael grabs Lomax with one mighty arm...
With the other, he IMPALES the long BARBECUE FORK all the way
THROUGH THE BACK of Lomax's HEAD, and out his MOUTH --
Where it harpoons and extrudes ^omax's dripping DENTURES --
Lomax drops like a homesick brick.
Michael looks at the MASK DISPLAY...
He picks up a FREDDY KRUEGER MASK...
Casts it aside.
Picks up a JASON MASK...
Casts it aside.
At last, he pulls down one of the signature "Michael Masks."
He tears off the price tag and puts it on...
He turns to us...
The fit is still good after all these years...
Michael ambles out of the store...
INT. CHANNEL 6 VAN - MOVING
Dana sits with Andy...
As the van cruises through Haddonfield, Dana takes in its
pretty tree-lined streets... Healthy lawns, nice cars, white
Carved Jack-O'Lanterns grin their rictus grins on the front
steps of most of the homes...
Norman Rockwell himself would've
found this town a snooze --
Dana ignores him... Watching the sights...
I used to love Halloween myself. I'd
trick-or-treat till my ankles were
swollen.... Then go home and watch
old horror flicks with my brother.
NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD. You ever
see that one, Dana? A classic.
I missed it
Were they better off in the
basement or the upstairs ... the
quintessential horror movie
And maybe a metaphor for something
even larger, don't you think?
Andy looks at her, puzzled. He frowns...
Uh. I dunno --
So? What was the answer?
What was the question?
Were they better off in the basement
or the upstairs?
They were better off dead --
Andy laughs... But then he SLAMS ON THE BRAKES...
For the crazed PRIEST - FATHER CARPENTER has stepped out in
the middle of the Street, into the van's path...
The old fellow stares at them, eyes bright, as he walks by..
Trick or treee-aaatttt... !
Andy drives off...
I really hate this to^n...
INT. DOYLE HOUSE - NIGHT
Tommy comes into the house...
Mickey and Bad News are hanging decorations... Crepe
PUMPKINS... Paper witches... Balloon goblins...
Tommy stops short... He sees
The Judith Myers headstone... Propped high up against one
wall (not unlike it appeared over P.J. Soles' head in the
first HALLOWEEN)... The most garish decoration of all...
What are you guys doing?
What's that doing here -- ?
Decoration, man... Isn't it the tits?
Put it back --
Put it back...
Yo, Trembling Tommy - go back up to
your hovel and do what you do best:
Yank the crank --
Pull the Chain --
Shoot pudding at the moon --
Make the bald man puke --
Tommy takes one last frightened glance at the headstone and
makes for his attic...
Mickey and Bad News' taunts follow him...
BAD NEWS (O.S.)
Kill some babies --
Beat the bishop --
EXT. MYERS HOUSE
A gross, incongruous eyesore. Overgrown lawn. Crabgrass.
Frost-heaved flagstones. Peeled paint the pallor of a dying
The van pulls up in front...
Here we are. The Myers house. Home
of the free and de-praved...
Dana regards the wicked domicile. She shivers reflexively.
INT. MYERS HOUSE
A rotting, vile place. Festering piaster. We can
practically smell the rat droppings. The mildew. The rank.
The crew enters...
They begin to set up shop...
ANGLE - SUBJECTIVE P.O.V.
Someone is watching them...
And he's coming closer...
The sagging floorboards CREAK --
A HAND reaches out for Dana --
Startling her... ^
NEW ANGLE - It is only BEN MEEKER...
his service revolver in hand...
Mr. Meeker -- ?
What are you doing here?
Standing guard. Keeping the watch.
I do it every year. Just in case he
He goes to one boarded-up window and watches as Halloween
PASSERSBY make their rounds...
Meeker looks and sounds absolutely haunted. The crew look at
each other. Chilled.
EXT. STREETS OF HADDONFIELD - SAME
The trick-or-treating has commenced in full now...
And many of the youths are sporting Michael Myers masks...
PARENTS are accompanying their CHILDREN, mostly fathers...
Per Halloween etiquette, the fathers wait on the sidewalks
bordering the houses while their kids gather in candy at the
We see ONE of the Yuppie fathers talking on a FLIP-PHONE, as
his child sidles up to a house...
Hey, hon... Yeah, it's going fine...
A few HOUSES on the Street have CANDLES burning in their
Windows... The Vigil... Trick-or-treaters ignore these homes
respectfully, and walk on...
Some pass the Channel 6 van. Parked outside the MYERS
HOME. . .
INT. MYERS HOME
Ben Meeker is talking into Blake's camera...
I lost my daughter to Michael Myers.
Five years ago tonight. My wife and
I... We've got to subject ourselves
to all these little kids running
around town in his mask, for God's
saké. It's like being stabbed in the
back for a second time --
Blake turns off the camera...
That was fine, Mr. Meeker. Thank
you. And I'm sorry
EXT. MYERS HOUSE
Blake and Tony load some of their gear into the van
Andy sits up front, reading a Lovecraft paperback..
I think I would rather murder my
sister than live in a dump like
Some TRICK-OR-TREATERS caper by, waving at the crew
Wearing Michael Myers masks...
Where to now -- ?
Give you a clue: a creepy place full
of a lot of dead guys --
Great! We're going to my father's
poker night -- .
EXT. HADDONFIELD CEMETERY - NIGHT
Dark and silent. The empty space where Judith Myers' marker
stood smiles like the black mouth of doom...
WE MOVE ACROSS the stones and crucifixes, eternity's
sentinels... AND MOVE TO THE
at the outskirts of the boneyard...
INT. CARETAKERS'S HOUSE
GEORGE HOPKINS, 47, overweight, watches from a window, as the
CHANNEL 6 VAN
pulls up to Judith Myers' gravesite
Hopkins opens a drawer and removes his REVOLVER, sticking it
beneath his belt...
INT. CARETAKER'S HOUSE - KITCHEN
BEVERLY HOPKINS, 43, is putting potatoes into a FOOD
PROCESSOR, doing a little russet origami...
The doorbell RINGS...
INT. HALLWAY OF THE HOUSE
Hopkins services the ghoulishly-clad YOUNGSTERS from the big
BOWL of CANDY resting beside the front door...
Bev, I'm goin' out for a sec. I
think we've got some real-life
hobgoblins in the yard.
EXT. CARETAKER'S HOUSE
Hopkins exits his house...
After he's gone,
We take the SUBJECTIVE P.O.V. From the side of the
caretaker's house --
We watch as the TV crew cliirib out of the van and head into
And George Hopkins marches toward them...
And then --
steps out from the shadows of the Hopkins home...
They are trekking for Judith Myers' grave... Clifton has a
map that divides the cemetery into sectors...
Robert, I don't think this is really
Come on, Dana... This is too cool for
school -- !
This is tabloid territory. Blake, is
what it is. If it were up to you,
we'd be filming re-enactments of the
That's what the people want to see.
I'm just one of the people --
It won't take 5 minutes, Dana. We
don't have to use it. It's still
early. How many of his victims are
buried here, anyway?
INT. CARETAKER'S HOUSE
The DOORBELL RINGS. Bev goes to answer it...
She opens the door. Michael looms there... Large and lethal.
You're a little old for this kind of
thing, ain't you, fella -- ?
Michael enters the house --
Excuse me... Hey -- !
Michael kicks over the bowl of candy...
He bends down to pick-up an economy-sized
from the scattered sweets on the floor...
Beverly SHRIEKS --
Michael grabs her by the back of the head --
And plunges the Sugar Daddy into her EYE --
Into her brain --
Beverly collapses to the floor, howling in agony, groping
blindly for something, anything...
Michael watches, as optical FLUID dribbles down her face...
Michael tears out all of the kitchen drawers, and rummages
around for his weapon of choice...
At last, he finds it...
The BUTCHER KNIFE...
Michael hefts it. The blade gleams in the light.
This is a reunion or sorts...
The crew has come to Judith Myers' plot -
According to this, the Judith Myers'
stone should be right --
-- they come to the hole in the ground...
Look, Ma, no gravestone -- !
But then George Hopkins is bustling over to them... Waving
his flashlight. His revolver tucked into his pants...
Why can't you have some goddamn
respect for the dead! This is not a
zoo. Bad enough, that --
He stops. He sees the missing stone...
You folks do this?
Of course not --
We haven't had a desecration in
years... Got-damn it!
It's Judith Myers' stone -
Of course... It's a popular one
around these parts. Shit me
Maybe you should call the Sheriff --
Thanks for your expert opinion, Mr.
Haircut. I know my job... Now, you
folks be on your way --
Perhaps we could just get a few
Wrongo. Am I not speaking clearly?
Or are your ears too clogged with
I love these old crusty codger
Hopkins whirls on him --
Love us from somewhere else. Now,
move -- !
And Hopkins waves his revolver...
Okay, okay. Relax, friend --
Move -- !
I don't think we bothered anyone,
pal. Everyone seems pretty content
around here. I didn't hear anyone
bitching, did you, Tony?
Drop it, Blake. Come on---
The go to the van... Hopkins watching them...
He looks down at the empty Judith Myers plot... Cursing.
AT THE VAN
The crew stow their gear...
Miserable old guy, hu£?
Can you blame him? Look where he
lives? You have the gang over for a
backyard barbecue. And everyone gets
INT. CARETAKER'S HOUSE
Hopkins comes back into his house...
He steps over the capsized candy bowl... Concerned, he calls
Bev -- ?
Hopkins walks into the KITCHEN
Hopkins sees his wife splayed about the linoleum, her face
smeared with eye goo --
BEV -- !
AND MICHAEL MYERS LURCHES OUT FROM BEHIND HIM --
Hopkins spins. He draws his piece, firing 3 SHOTS at Myers,
who reels from the point-blank impact...
Michael falls to the floor... Motionless...
Hopkins goes to his wife... Frantic...
He turns towards the telephone behind him and --
Collides with Michael --
Back on his feet...
Michael grabs Hopkins by the top of his mouth, by the jaw,
and SLAMS him face-first into the counter...
Hopkins spits out a few bloodied teeth...
Michael brings Hopkins over to another part of the counter...
Over to the FOOD PROCESSOR -- V
Michael STUFFS Hopkins' FACE INTO IT --
And presses "PUREE"
The machine WHIRRS. Hopkins SCREAMS...
For a gory 5 seconds...
The caretaker's face is reduced to an excoriated, shredded
pulp. . .
Hopkins collapses to the floor, beside his wife...
Michael retrieves his fallen weapon...
And leaves the house...
EXT. DOYLE HOUSE
Mickey and Bad News are wheeling in TWO kegs for the
They are dressed like Dracula and The Wolfman...
INT. ATTIC - DOYLE HOUSE - SAME
Tommy is scouring down a page in one of his mythology books,
reading aloud to himself...
"There exists sacred, enclosed places
designated as holy that become a
focus with the supernatural world on
the 31st of October - Halloween."
Tommy gazes warily at his Virtual Reality apparatus...
EXT. HADDONFIELD STREET - NIGHT
The van pulls up in front of a house directly across the
Street from the Doyle house...
Dana does her "stand-upper" before this group of homes, many
of which have CANDLES burning i$ their bay Windows out of
respect for the dead of Halloween yore...
...In psychiatrie parlance, most
serial killers are sociopathic:
individuals completely devoid of
empathy for their victims. But
Michael Myers had always displayed a
frighteningly rare hybrid of both
sociopathic and psychopathie
qualities and characteristics...
NEW ANGLE - SUBJECTIVE. HEAVY BREATHING. WATCHING DANA.
Mickey and Bad News come out of the Doyle house...
The bottom half of the Doyle house is DECORATED for their
His apparent desire to kill all
family members and blood relatives
was the key indicator denoting the
pure antisocial behavior
manifestation that was part of his
tnakeup. Myers continues to be the
prototype of everything we still do
not know nor understand about serial
killers in this country.
Or about Halloween, for that matter.
She draws her index finger across her throat in a "kill it"
That was great... Okay. Let's get
this over with... You coming,
Andy - ?
Andy, still in the front seat of the van, is stuffing a
hoagie into his cake-hole...
You can't be serious --
They leave him. Walking up to
THE WALLACE HOUSE v
which also has candles burning in the bay window...
INT. ATTIC - DOYLE HOUSE - SAME
Tommy is tearing himself out of the Virtual Reality gear, in
When he turns around towards us, we see that he's been CUT
across the cheek by something...
On the computer screen, we see that SAMHAIN: IN SEARCH OF...
has been programmed into the Virtual Reality system...
INT. WALLACE HOUSE - NIGHT
FRANK and JUNE WALLACE, in their 60s, have let Dana and the
crew in the house...
The Wallaces appear fairly uncomfortable with this...
They sit in the living room...
Clifton fits the Wallaces with collared lav MICROPHONES...
I promise we'11 make it quick, Mr.
and Mrs. Wallace. I appreciate you
giving us the time. I know this must
be a difficult time for both of you.
The Wallaces nod solemnly, holding hands on a couch in front
of a big BAY WINDOW...
From the window, we can clearly see the Doyle house across
the Street... and the KIDS starting to arrivé for the bash.
Clifton signals Dana to start...
The lights and camera are turned on...
Sixteen years ago tonight, 3
Haddonfield teens were killed in this
house - your house. The victims wee
your daughter's babysitter and her
The Wallaces' silence is acquiescence...
Could you teil me why, with all
that's happened in the past, and the
subsequent exodus of so many
Haddonfield natives, you folks opted
Frank and June eye each other... Silently trying to determine
who should speak first...
The Lord forgives but he doesn't
forget. This is a wonderful town
again. Lindsay, our daughter, she's
great. Living in New York. She was
in therapy for years, but she has put
it all behind her.
June grins, proud, warming up to Dana a little...
Frank and I... we knew Michael's
parents quite well - though they were
a trifle older. We still have some
old home movies of our picnics
together. Would you be interested in
Dana looks at Clifton... Hoo-ha! The mother lode.
If you don't mind --
I'll put on some tea...
The doorbell RINGS.
Frank and June appear upset... Frank gets up off the couch...
Excuse me a moment, please. So much
for the candles --
INT. HALLWAY - WALLACE HOUSE - NIGHT
Frank peers through the PEEPHOL-fc - no one is there...
He opens the door, steps outside... He glances around, and
then eyes the party across the Street ....
He steps back into his house.
INT. WALLACE LIVING ROOM
Frank has the old super-8 PROJECTOR up and ready...
Suddenly, the LIGHTS GO OUT --
Dana is startled. But it's only Frank having turned them
off. . .
He turns on the projector.
On the living room wall, an old, grainy HOME MOVIE plays
ANGLE - MOVIE. Frank and June sit around a picnic table in a
Michael's MOTHER sits across from them...
His father, we assume is wielding the movie camera...
They're eating and drinking, and watching the kids play -
little Michael and his teenage SISTER, frolicking in a
plastic SWIMMING POOL...
Michael is a cute little cherub. He grins at the camera,
splashing at it...
He is holding a plastic TOY SCEPTER, of sorts, and starts to
playfully hammer at his sister's head with it...
Daddy's arm comes into view, and puts a stop to his son's
Moving away from the children, the camera TRAVELS OVER TO A
CLOSE-UP of Mrs. Myers, who smiles into the camera...
NEW ANGLE - Dana watches the home movie, squinting at it...
The woman looks awfully familiar...
Another WOMAN is here now... Her back to us.. . She's perhaps
55... She plays with Michael... Plops a hat on his head to
protect him from the sun...
Who's the woman -- ?
Kathy Myers' mother... Michael and
And the WOMAN turns to the CAMERA... Smiles...
And Dana goes weak...
For the WOMAN has, on the side of her nose...
about the size of a nickel...
Just like Dana's GRAMMY -- !
Dana gets to her feet... Stumbles out of the room... Frank
First door on the left -- !
Clifton looks after her, concerned. He turns back to the
home movie --
-- to where a new VISITOR - FATHER CARPENTER - grins at us,
in his Sunday best...
Walking over to little Michael, Father Carpenter rubs his
head, and facing into the camera says:
Cute as a devil, isn't he -- ?
Dana. Completely freaked. She splashes water onto her face.
Looks at herself in the mirror. Grips the sides of the sink
to keep from fainting...
No way. No fucking way...
The DOORBELL RINGS --
Making her (us) jump...
INT. LIVING ROOM
It RINGS 3 successive time...
Frank goes up to answer it...
He peers through the peephole.
Michael's MASK peers right back at him...
Shaking his head, Frank opens the door a crack...
We see that Michael Myers is standing on his doorstep... An
inordinately tall trick-or-treater minus the candy bag...
Those candles mean anything to you,
buster? Please leave us alone, we've
got nothing here for you. 'Night now.
Michael hasn't moved and, as Frank tries to shut the door --
-- Michael JAMS HIS HAND between the door and the doorway.
Crushing it and drawing blood...
Startled, Frank re-slams the door, this time successfully...
But the blood on the side of the door makes him shudder...
Peering back out the peephole, he/we see that Michael is
Michael smudges his bloodied hand across the peephole,
And then walks away...
INT. LIVING ROOM
The home movie is over, but not without little Michael waving
goodbye to the camera...
Frank returns to the others... Turns on the lights..
What's going on, Franfc?
Frank doesn't look so sure, clearly unsettled...
Disrespectful creep, that's all.
There's always someone. Probably one
of the assholes from across the
Relax, honey. We'11 just call the
police, if we have to. Those kids
over there - they're always so LOUD.
I don't know how Thomas can stand it.
They're paying his rent, that's how.
The fellow across the Street - he's
25 yet still very much a boy. He's
sure got his share of Halloween
Tommy Doyle --
They others look up... Dana has returned... She looks
composed, though slightly pale...
That's right. If you look out this
window here, you can see his little
Clifton turns in his seat to face out the bay window, and
Michael Myers' MASK greets him --
Clifton stifles a SCREAM.
But they see that it was just another KID playing a joke..
They see the kid scamper ahead to join his friends, who
congratulate him on a trick well-treated...
Forget about banning Halloween...
They should just ban l^ids, period --
You okay, Dana?
It is clear that she is not...
Her vacant gaze remains trained out the window...
To the attic of the Doyle house...
I'd like to talk to Tommy Doyle --
He won't talk to you. He's very
I'd like to talk to him...
He looks at her funny... It's like she's in a zone...
Determined... Clifton shrugs to Blake and Tony...
You heard the lady --
EXT. WALLACE HOUSE
The crew travels across the Street --
Andy dozes in the front seat of the van...
EXT. DOYLE HOUSE
They can hear the sounds from the nascent party raging on
Clifton rings the doorbell...
PINHEAD, from the HELLRAISER pictures answers. He stares at
"Your suffering will be legendary.
Even in Heil... "
Pinhead raises a long, glass, calibrated beaker full of
beer... He sees the camera equipment...
NO WAY! "CANDID CAMERA!" Come in,
come in... Party hasn't really
started yet, but it'11 rage...
We're looking for a Thomas Doyle. Is
PINHEAD laughs, ushering them in...
What the heil do you want with
Trembling Tommy -- ?
Is he in?
Is he in? He's always in... Yo,
Mickey, this fine thing wants to see
Mickey lurches over to the crew... Belches once...
Whyncha interview me? Seventeen
forever -- !
C'mon, girl... I can teil you about
the time I got backstage passes to a
Van Halen show... Partied with Eddie
and Alex... Hagar was a dick,
though... Oh, can I say "dick" on
TV. . .
Clifton grabs Mickey by the arm... Rough...
Where's Doyle -- ?
Chili, bro... You'11 muss your
Brylcream. He's up there --
They follow Mickey to Tommy's
ATTIC ENTRANCE... v
They come to a short stairwell, leading up to a heavy STEEL
door. . .
Mickey bangs on it with his fist...
Hey, you in? They want to put you on
TV, Doyle! It's a new show:
"AMERICA'S MOST NERVOUS!"
He cracks up... Continues to bang on the heavy steel door..
INT. ATTIC - TOMMY'S ROOM
Tommy is in Virtual Reality mode again, but the computer
screen informs us that he is using his
CRUISING OVER the Haddonfield TOPOGRAPHY --
He finds himself HURLING TOWARDS the town CEMETERY, by the
George Hopkins' facial jambalaya SCREECHES at us --
And then we're ROCKETING OVER to the Myers house --
And then the Wallace house...
And then we're DOWNSTAIRS in the Doyle house, amidst the
And then out the door...
Tommy tears off his VR equipment and dashes over to his
In time to see the TV CREW emerge from his house...
Clifton shouts up to the front of the van...
Okay, Andy... Back to the Myers
And they all pile INTO THE BACK...
And the van DRIVES OFF... v
Tommy watches it drive off down the Street...
He freezes as he/we see --
on one SIDE OF THE VAN
The Channel 6 paint has a new addition -
In SMEARED BLOOD, TWO more NUMERALS have been scrawled..
So now it reads CHANNEL 666...
ANGLE - THE SHRUBS - OUTSIDE THE WALLACE HOME
Half-buried in the mulch, his throat SLIT, is ANDY, the van
Which, of course, begs the question:
Who's driving the van?
SMASH CUT TO:
EXT. THE VAN - MOVING
We see it RACING DOWN THE STREET... Though we don't catch a
glimpse of its driver...
INT.. CHANNEL 6 VAN - REAR - NIGHT
The crew ride in back... They are jerked at the rapid
acceleration... Clifton pounds on the partition...
Easy, Andy -- !
Dana stares blankly at the wall...
Something spooked you back at the
Dana looks at him. Shrugs...
It was nothing. Just this place.
This town. All of a sudden, I have a
strong desire to do one more story on
Uncle Pete's Nonfat Brownies.. .
The van has STOPPED...
We're all getting a little jazzed.
We'11 do a few quick pick-ups here at
the Myers place... A couple of
drive-bys... Then we're gone. I'm
buying at the diner...
Fog lathers up against the van's rear port Windows...
Clifton opens the backdoor. They climb out...
Only they are not in front of the Myers house. No. Rather,
they are in the middle of
A fog-enshrouded, muddy BOG, surrounded by trees...
In the middle of nowhere...
The spongy ground emits an acrid stench...
Twisted flora - sedges and sphagnum - droop in the mossy mist
What the heil -- ?
Yo, Andy, we said let's go back to
"the Myers" not the mire -- !
Clifton trudges through the muck over to the driver's side...
THWOORP! The bog sucks off one v of his Cole-Haan shoes...
Goddammit -- !
Clifton opens the driver's side door --
The frontseat is EMPTY...
Clifton looks around the creepy bog...
What the fuck is he thinking?
At least he left the keys --
Dana's face tells us she's scared...
ANDY? ANDY? Where ARE we -- ?
Get inside, Dana. It's nasty out
here. Go ahead.
ANDY -- !
ANDY, YOU - PRICK! Where are YOU?
This shit ain't funny -- !
Was it something we said -- ?
Only the gurgle of the bottoms and the dull, mud-muted
chirping of the CRICKETS answer them back...
Maybe he's pissin' over there
He took us all the way out here so he
could use the bathroom?
Maybe he's shy --
Why don't you guys take a quick look
around. I'll wait here with Dana. I
don't know what else to say. He's
They look around, in different directions... It is eerie...
He can't be too far. Dumb ass.
I'll take the camera. Get us some
We sure got plenty of atmosphere
Dana looks to Clifton, but he is still scanning the foggy bog
for signs of Andy...
Blake turns the camera on... Focuses in on the rest of the
crew... Tony plays for the camera --
Mr. Brinkman, your fat son-in-law is
a bigger asshole than you might've
first imagined. This is his idea
Blake pans away from them, across the bog...
Guys, just go already.
Yeah, move it, guys. I don't want to
be here all fuckin' night.
Tony and Blake plod through the mud together...
Blake shoots tape...
Clifton lights a cigarette... They can hear the muddy steps
of Tony and Blake disappearing into the murk...
Clifton sits on the edge of the van, in front of Dana...
Where do you think he is, Robert?
I don't know. But when he gets back,
I'll teil you where he's gonna be:
he's gonna be in a world of shit.
Trust me on that --
Clifton exhales into the bog...
Dana scans the sinister treelines...
EXT. BOG - SAME
Tony and Blake plod ahead...
Knee-deep in the quagmire...
ANDY -- ! ANDY -- !
ANDY! DICKHEAD! WE'RE LEAVING
He ain't anywhere, man.
They both stop in their muddy tracks, resigned...
What's the difference between a bog
and a swamp, anyway -- ?
I think the more important question
is: who gives a shit -- ?
No, really, man. You gotta start
questioning things more often. To
improve yourself --
A NOISE from behind them... A squishing noise...
Okay. Here's a question: what the
fuck was that -- ?
Tony slogs through the slough, towards the sounds --
Andy -- ?
He moves ahead...
The occluded moonlight turns the cypress knees and water
hyacinths into some twisted Expressionistic painting...
Careful, man --
Another sludgy sounds...
A black CLOUD, like a rush of INK, floats across the moon
Plunging the bog into DARKNESS...
And, in its place, A SHADOW rises before Tony...
A large shadow...
Andy -- ?
Clifton glances at his wristwatch, his impatience growing
He lights another smoke...
I think it went well today, Dana. No
kidding. I mean, this insane little
mishap aside --
Nothing from Dana... Clifton looks at her...
I think you've got the whole package.
You're smart. You're a heil of an
interviewer. You're sure pretty
/ \J .
Thank-you, Robert --
Beat. They hold a gaze. Dana looks like she wants to teil
But before she can, he flicks his cigarette butt to the bog,
where it THSSSTTTTs in the muck...
And he heads for the driver's side...
All right, I'm gonna drive around and
look for these guys; it's been, what,
20 minutes already? Hop in...
Dana climbs into the passenger seat...
Clifton starts up the van...
Puts it into gear...
cruises the bog... Tires squishing along the matted root
systems and fetid moss...
The van's headlights slice through the stygian gloom --
Look! What's that -- ?
She points out the windshield --
Clifton stops the van... Gets out... Trudges over...
But he doesn't see anything. He throws his arms up in
And then he sees it --
It's lodged in the mud. Sinking... It's red RECORDING LIGHT
blinking like a beacon...
Clifton goes to retrieve it. The camera's housing is flecked
with blood and mud...
Clifton uproots it and glances around... This is getting real
eerie now... He hasn't a clue...
INT. REAR OF THE VAN
Clifton, silent, removes the TAPE from the camera...
Dana is trembling...
Still silent, Clifton inserts the tape into the monitor...
We watch their faces as Clifton rewinds, stops, and then
forwards a bit...
ANGLE - THE MONITOR. We see Tony...
Heading for the copse. For that noise... Where we last saw
him. . .
The camera/Blake follows Tony --
And then Tony comes staggering back to the camera/us...
His THROAT has been SLASHED from ear to ear --
He tries to scream. But instead of a cry... a ghoulash of
laryngeal cartilage cascades through his ripped-open neck --
Tony collapses into the mud...
The CAMERA falls... Blurred and mud-spattered, it lands in
such a way that allows us to witness...
as he tries to flee...
But something reaches out for him... Something in the mud...
Something bubbling. Bubbling up...
And two large MUDDY BOOTS obfuscate the massacre...
Though when all is done, Blake, eyes open and unseeing, falls
by the camera's lens...
And we watch as he sinks. Sinks into the ooze...
Dana and Clifton are insane with fear...
Stay here, Dana... Just stay fuckin'
He moves for the door... Dana grabs him...
No -- ! Don't go
We can't stay here... We've got to
Clifton peers out the rear port Windows, seeing if the coast
It is, and he barrels out of the van...
EXT. VAN - NIGHT
Clifton slogs through the mud to get into the front of the
INT. BACK OF THE VAN
The van starts up...
But it is STUCK... lts tires spinning in the mire...
And it is suddenly awfully claustrophobic back here...
And there, through the PORT WINDOW, she sees --
The demon of her nightmares. He's outside the van, his mask
penetrating through the fog...
Myers wields a THICK BRANCH...
Which he lodges through the van's rear door handles...
ROBERT -- ! ROBERT -- !
Michael moves for the driver's side of the van...
Disappearing from Dana's field of vision...
Dana sees him advance towards the driver's side of the van,
Dana bangs her fists up against the partition separating the
front seats from the back...
She is helpless...
Clifton is behind the wheel, working the accelerator...
Myers PUNCHES an ARM through the driver's window --
Clawing for Clifton's throat --
ANGLE - the rear tires. Spinning in the mud.
punches at Myers...
But Myers' grip is fierce...
INT. REAR OF THE VAN
Dana is wild with fear...
She can only HEAR Clifton's struggles...
Can hear his screams...
Can feel the tires not gaining purchase...
The van is rocking, shaking, due to Michael's assault...
At last, Dana THRUSTS her arm through the port window,
She tries to pry the branch loose from the door handles...
JUST AS THE VAN STARTS TO FINALLY MOVE OUT OF THE BOG!
Dana is thrown to the floor --
Dana's eyes flash to the partition --
Because now the question is a simple one:
Who's driving the van? ^
EXT. THE VAN
Drives on out of the bog...
Onto the highway...
On and away...
ANGLE - THE REAR DOOR
Dana sticks her head out of the back window, screaming --
A couple of residual Michael-masked TRICK-OR-TREATERS wave at
her... And one even flashes her the finger...
Suddenly, the van GROUNDS TO A HALT, throwing Dana across the
van, into some video equipment...
Dana holds her breath...
She picks up a TRIPOD, readying to dobber...
The rear doors open.
To Robert Clifton...
You okay -- ?
Dana explodes into his arms...
And it doesn't look she's gonna let go soon...
INT. VAN - MOVING
Clifton drives... Dana beside him...
And in some way I think that's why
I've been having the dreams...
Because we're linked... Because...
Because that freak is my older
That's absurd, Dana... It's crazy --
No it's not... Those home movies...
His parents... I have some old
pictures of my real parents...
They're close... And Grammy... That's
Tears stand in her eyes... Clifton gives her a sympathetic
look. . .
I think - subconsciously - I knew...
It's what first attracted me to the
story... I knew...
Maybe you should call your Grammy...
Maybe she could answer some
He hands her the van's CELLULAR...
INT. GRAMMY'S APARTMENT
The TELEPHONE rings...
We FLOAT across the cramped flat... Taking in the
knick-knacks... The trinkets...
The TV is on. To a Christian Fundamentalist station... A
DUDE with a bad hair-weave hawking Jesus...
WE STOP at Grammy...
Only Grammy's eyes are open... And glazed...
ANGLE - The bronze soldier FIGURINE...
INT. CHANNEL 6 VAN - MOVING
Dana clicks off the cellular...
Where could she be at this time of
Sleeping -- ?
AND CLIFTON SLAMS ON THE BRAKES --
The van fishtailing... Dana thrown up against the windshield.
The van shimmying to a stop... Inches from
who has staggered out into the middle of the road...
Dana and Clifton climb from the van...
Sonuvabitch! I could have killed
My whole existence is flawed --
He's shitfaced --
I'm trapped... The insects have won
tonight... The denizens of the
dirt... The intruders in the
Darling girl... Big brother is
What do you know about it -- ?
Twelve to one, baby/One to twelve/No
one here should/Be by themselves...
Please... Teil us what you know...
But the priest merely cackles in bibulous mirth... Then:
And ROBERT CLIFTON IS AIRBORNE
Grabbed from behind...
By Michael Myers...
Standing behind Clifton...
He has Clifton by the throat...
Lifting him into the air...
Dana and the priest can only watch...
As the KITCHEN KNIFE BURSTS from Clifton's stomach...
Scattering entrails like a cornucopia --
BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING -- !
Michael drops Clifton... Faces Dana... She is white with
He moves for her... She backs up...
FATHER CARPENTER (CONT.)
Try to reason with him... Surely
he'11 respond to reason...
Father Carpenter continues his mad cackle...
FATHER CARPENTER (CONT.)
After all... You're family ...
Michael, stalking Dana, STEPS on Carpenter's right hand.
Crushing it like a beetle...
Carpenter does not scream. Carpenter looks enthralled..
AND DANA RUNS -- !
Off the road...
Into yet another stand of trees...
And Michael FOLLOWS...
Father Carpenter, mad as a weaver, titters on, by Robert
And, as he gets to his feet, we note:
His FOOTWEAR... For the crazed priest is wearing BOOTS.
Black silver-tipped COWBOY BOOTS...
EXT. HADDONFIELD STREETS
Dana flees... Michael in close pursuit...
Michael crashes through the brush...
Labored breathing. Steady stalk...
Dana runs through backyards...
Branches whip at her face... Lashing skin...
She comes out to a
To where a GROUP OF COSTUMED TEENS
are piling into a VW MICROBUS...
Dana runs to them --
Please -- ! Take me with you -- !
Please -- ! Move -- !
She leaps into the back of the van... Slams the sliding door
Easy, lady --
Really. Lithium-out, babe --
But they drive off anyways...
Dana sits in the back with the kids, staring out the rear
window... Sure they're not being followed...
A joint is being passed...
Wanna a brew -- ?
No thanks --
I like your costume --
Really. You're supposed to be a
freaked-out Yuppie chick, right?
The kids giggle. Dana takes that brew after all...
EXT. DOYLE HOUSE
The van pulls up to the house...
The Halloween party is rocking...
Danzig is singing "Mother" on the stereo...
A drinking game is going on around the small table...
JELLO SHOTS are ingested...
COSTUMED KIDS - there'S BILL and HILARY CLINTON. CAPTAIN
KIRK. A few PIRATES, a few CONEHEADS. SATAN. Some girls
clad in those skintight MICE outfits...
And, of course, Michael Myers MASKS can be seen throughout...
Dana enters. From her dizzying P.O.V., she takes in the
scene... It's almost hallucinatory...
Some KIDS do BEER BONGS: plastic FUNNELS attached to tubes,
that are raised above the drinker's head. Beer is poured
into the funnel where it travels down the tube to the
Dana shuffles ahead...
A few people are bobbing for AP^LES in 3 separate BASINS...
WE SEE DANA... FROM A MYERS-ESQUE P.O.V. And hear some HEAVY
u yj .
But a NEW ANGLE REVEALS - it's just a gawky Myers-masked
KID... And he's inhaling a JOINT...
On the television, Leatherface is running amuck in "THE TEXAS
CHAINSAW MASSACRE... "
NEW ANGLE - Dana, still watching it all, a visual assault on
She sees, propped up high against one wall --
Judith Myers' headstone...
This creeps Dana out further...
She goes to the attic stairs...
Mickey and Bad News watch her go...
Believe that shit? That chick's got
it goin' on for Trembling Tommy --
Dana goes to the attic entrance...
She knocks on the steel door.
This time, it opens.
To Tommy Doyle...
INT. DOYLE HOUSE - THE PARTY
Various masked P.O.V.s. Just kids...
Except SOMEONE has entered from the backdoor...
Another Michael Myers-masked man...
Only this one has a BREATHING PATTERN that is somehow
Two COUPLES sit around a small table, drinking and playing
Strip Poker with MARKED SERIAL KILLER cards...
One GIRL is TOPLESS, and not shy about it... Another has her
bra on... One of the guys is shirtless...
We watch another KID thrown down his hand in glee.... We see
his cards - TED BUNDY, ALBERT FISH, JEFFREY DAHMER, MICHAEL
MYERS and RICHARD RAMIREZ -- !
Got it - Full death house. Bundy,
Fish, Dahmer, Myers and Ramirez!
Nancy, that would be your bra,
LISA, the other girl, picks up the Albert Fish card, reading
the back of it...
The stats, Lise... Rotisserie us to
Necrophile, cannibal, murderer...
Cut off a girl's head, dismembered
her, and stewed her flesh and organs
with onions and carrots for a hearty
They all groan in giddy disgust...
Sounds like a better cook than you.
Real nineties guy. Did he sew, too?
SOMEONE PASSES BY THE DOOR...
They look up...
Michael Myers . . .
He looks in at them... Beat...
He walks on...
The kids look at each other... Look to the serial killer
card... The one of Michael...
Dana is awed, if not further disturbed, by the insane shrine
to Michael Myers that is Tommy's attic loft...
The Boogeyman? I was 9 years-old
when I knew he was after me. I warned
you about him at the Town Hall. No
one listens to me - they just die.
Tommy points to a picture on his wall...
Laurie Strode. She saved my life 16
years ago. You might say I haven't
gotten over it yet. Laurie was
beautiful, but she didn't believe me,
either. About the Boogeyman. But I
knew. Kids always know. It's when
you grow-up, put childish things to
rest - that you stop believing...
Laurie... she had bad dreams about
him up until she died. I owe my life
to her. But yours will have to do.
Silence... We can hear the music down below...
Tommy walks over to the VR apparatus...
Dana sees the FIGURINE of the soldier - that Loomis gave to
That - statue there. My grandmother
has the same one.
She raised me. I-I think she once
lived in Haddonfield... I think she
was her grandmother too --
Dana points to the picture of Laurie Strode...
And hers.. .
She points to a picture of Judit^h Myers...
And his --
She points to a picture of Michael Myers...
One big happy family --
Tommy's eyes dance with terror, as he realizes what she is
Are you sure -- ?
Yeah... It makes sense doesn't it?
Him coming back after five years...
It's insane --
The key is, I think, not to ban
Halloween... Just to ban Michael
It's fucking insane --
It's me he's after, isn't it?
Dana grants herself another look-see at the endless Myers
images scattered about the walls...
It's just totally fucking insane --
Tommy looks at Dana... Looks at the picture of Laurie Strode.
Judith Myers. Is there a resemblance... ?
My God... You have... You've led him
But what does he want?
Your blood. Every last drop of it.
v CUT TO:
INT. DOYLE HOUSE - THE PARTY
Tommy's VOICEOVER takes us through the party...
Dana, on Halloween - barriers are
broken. The boundaries of Nature are
The dead - spirits - can walk the
earth living. I've, uh, seen sotne of
Michael Myers-masked revelers are shooting darts... Doing the
beer bong thing... Drinking games...
Michael himself makes his way through the party...
He comes upon the HEADSTONE. Judith Myers' headstone...
He's less than pleased...
Another GIRL bumps into Michael Myers. Only it's not Myers.
It's one more drunken kid...
INT. ATTIC - SAME
Tommy rubs a finger across his bandaged cheek...
He shows Dana the Samhain disk...
This is sort of like a high-tech
Ouija board... A conduit... It can
take you places... Places people
aren't supposed to go... It can take
you to where your broth--
To where he came from --
Dana glances at all the masked Myers visages along the walls.
The death of summer. It's a
celebration. A festival. A
thousand years ago. A time of
slaughter, mourning, and breeding.
Sorta like Haddonfield, on any given
Halloween night. I've tried to get
there, Dana. To join v the party. To
see what I could learn. But I can't
break through --
Dana glares at the VR apparatus, advancing slowly towards
it. . .
Put in the program, Tommy.
No, Dana, I can't let you --
Do it, Tommy
INT. DOYLE HOUSE - DOWNSTAIRS PARTY
A PHONE rests on a coffee table...
Michael slashes the CORD, per genre tradition...
Michael climbs the attic stairs... Slowly...
A PIRATE slaps him on the back... Notices the real-life knife
Hey, lose the knife, buddy. You'11
kill someone with that fuckin' thing.
Michael glares at him, lumbers on...
His tracks are a tad muddy/bloody...
He tries the attic door. It is locked...
INT. ATTIC - SAME
Dana is strapped into the VR gear...
Dana, it's dangerous. PLEASE!
Dana turns to him, her hands on the JOY STICK...
Excuse me, Tommy. But this is a
family affair --
Tommy, reluctant, goes on-line. Plugs her in...
Dana rides the Joy Stick like a 'pony --
Plunging immediately down into...
U KJ .
INT. VIRTUAL REALITY OTHERWORLD/NETHERWORLD
Dana floats through an eerie, purple darkness at a
frightening, dizzying speed --
We have arrived at a MASSIVE CITYSCAPE... Like Manhattan
viewed from Brooklyn... Only upon closer inspection do we
realize the buildings are, in fact, HEADSTONES...
SCREAMS AND LAUGHTER accompany our sojourn --
Judith Myers' voice howls: "MICHAEL? MICHAEEEL -- !!"
SUDDENLY, we CRASH into JUDITH MYERS' headstone, obliterating
it into hundreds of pieces...
And DESCEND further into...
We arrivé in a SCARLET NETHERWORLD - consisting of a forest
of ugly dead TREES, their naked, bleeding BRANCHES impaled
through skeletal MASKS...
A CHOIR of Jack O'Lanterns smile gaily... Candles burning in
their hollows... Though when we OPEN their CROWNS we find
them to be SEETHING with MAGGOTS...
Down into the teeming white mass we TRAVEL --
COMING OUT TO A BANQUET HALL. Sepulchral. Ornamental.
A few long TABLES are set up, adorned with upturned,
hollowed-out skulls full of beverage... Platters of ANIMAL
We shoot past ALTARS festooned with BODY PARTS, MACES,
SCEPTERS, and ENTRAILS...
This is some kind of pagan village... A Druidic settlement...
IN A THATCHED DOMECILE --
TWO MEN ARGUE... One is a HANDSOME MAN wearing a WHITE
The other man is older. A MINISTER...
But I do not want to die --
You must. You are a Sacral King...
You had a year during which all your
earthly pleasures were indulged...
Now you must be sacrified to placate
the Gods of Harvest...
The King bows his head...
The King is now in a white-robe... His face obscured by a
whole-head DEER MASK...
(this is identical to Tommy's first VR trip... The one in
which he couldn't get past a certain point... )
The white-robed MAN is led to an ALTAR, festooned with body
ACOLYTES and WORSHIPPERS speak in tongues... Sway in a
The HIGH PRIEST raises the sacrificial KNIFE...
BLOOD sprays from the slashed THROAT of the KING...
Spraying onto the acolytes... Onto the soil...
A CLOCK STRIKES MIDNIGHT...
DANA WATCHES ALL OF THIS --
INT. DOYLE ATTIC
Tommy watches Dana, strapped to the VR equipment...
Dana's face twitches in fear at what she's tapped into --
v CUT BACK TO:
INT. VIRUTAL REALITY - NETHERWORLD
And we are BACK TO THE VILLAGE...
The High Priest removes the DEER MASK from the King's head.
GASPS from the throng...
For it is not the Handsome King at all...
Rather, it is the Minister...
His mouth gagged so could not cry out...
LIGHTNING STRIKES THE VILLAGE.
THE GODS ARE ANGRY.
THE HIGH PRIEST SCREAMS -- !
He slams his fists onto a table... rattling the
upon it. TWO of the figurines roll off the table and onto
the dirt: bronze SOLDIERS wielding spears.
The wind blows... The figurines are covered with dirt...
The High Priest BELLOWS:
I will curse this man's bloodline...
His family will feel the wrath of the
God's of Harvest. And it will be at
the hand of one of their own that
they shall fall...
The village is falling...
THE SACRAL KING
running through a forest... Terrified...
The High Priest's VOICEOVER is EVERYWHERE --
HIGH PRIEST (O.S.)
No matter how long it takes... The
passage of millenia is as nothing to
the machinations of heaven. The Gods
are hungry. But the Gods are also
The Sacral King flees...
Running past DANA --
EXT. THE VILLAGE
In flames. The dead and dying dog the streets...
The High Priest is at his CAULDRON... He is bloody, dying...
But he must finish his curse...
At once, a VAPOROUS MASS - malevolent, hissing - bubbles over
the side of the cauldron...
Snaking it way into a FISSURE in the ground...
The High Priest reels backwards... Into the flames...
As the village is lost. Armageddon is here.
WE MOVE TO THE NIGHT SKY --
The STARS ALIGNED IN A PERFECT DIAGONAL --
HIGH PRIEST (O.S.)
On a night like this, when the stars
WE DISSOLVE FROM THIS SKY --
TO ANOTHER... THE STAR CONFIGURATION IS THE SAME...
Only there are TV antennae on the horizon...
And an AIRPLANE flies over... Taillights winking...
WE COME DOWN FROM THE SKY...
And find ourselves IN HADDONFIELD. The Haddonfield of 1963.
And YOUNG MICHAEL MYERS IS TRICK-OR-TREATING IN HIS CLOWN
SUIT. . .
Near his home...
He can hear the sounds of his s\ster and her boyfriend making
AND THERE'S A FISSURE IN THE GROUND
And the VAPOROUS MASS, dormant for nearly 1000 years, SWIRLS
out of the FISSURE...
And into the mouth of Michael's clown mask...
Michael raises his mask...
We see his face... It contorts... Spasms...
The convulsing settles...
Michael slaps the mask back on...
A clock chimes the midnight hour...
As Michael enters the house...
And, vaguely, O.S. we can hear the HIGH PRIEST cackle...
But it are Father Carpenter's words we HEAR:
FATHER CARPENTER (O.S.)
"Twelve to one, baby/One to twelve/No
one here should/Be by themselves...
Judith Myers SCREAMS...
Young Michael's BLADE rises and falls...
And still Dana watches all...
EXT. DOYLE HOUSE - BACKYARD
Michael is in the backyard, staring up at the attic loft...
His breathing labored...
A hockey-masked JASON comes onto the deck, with a BEER BONG.
Hook me, bro --
He sticks the plastic TUBE in the "o" mouth of his goalie
Michael uses the KEG TAP to issue forth the beer... PUMPING
the keg at an insane pace...
Jason falls against the back of the house, trying to remove
the funnel's tube from his mouth...
But Michael JAMS IT down his throat...
Jason, on his ass now against the house, begins to spasm and
bloat from the beer rushing into his System...
He twitches, convulses...
Vomit and blood spew forth from his nose and down his chin...
The kid drowns...
Michael yanks the tap from the keg and hurls it. Just as --
-- the SLIDING GLASS DOOR leading to the deck opens, and
DRACULA peers out at the tapless KEG...
Keg's dead already? Shit.
INT. DOYLE ATTIC - DANA'S FACE
slack with horror... So let's return one last time to:
THE VIRTUAL NETHERWORLD
Our IMAGES are surreal, twisted, lunatic. Imagine
Hieronymous Bosch, on two hits of acid, directing an AC/DC
As RAPID SHOTS/IMAGES, SWIRL AT US, coming in and out of the
- A grandfather CLOCK ticks the hours between midnight and
- JAMIE LLOYD'S SCREAMING FACE... She is imprisoned in a CAGE
made of human limbs and bones... RATS the size of kittens
- Michael's VICTIMS... Many of whom our cherished fandom will
recognize from the earlier films...
A compendium of some of Michael Myers' "greatest hits."
- Robert Clifton screams from the grave, his torso a leaking
- Dana's GRAMMA... Sitting in a rocker, watching TV.
Watching "The Wheel" VANNA WHITE reveals the puzzle's
12 T 0 1 BABY...
- Close on Gramma's MOLE. Which is pulsing. Thrombosing...
And, to our horror, it SPAWNS a CREATURE... A wet, bat-like
thing that flies off and away... Gramma coos...
- The grandfather clock. 12:00 to 1:00, baby...
- FATHER CARPENTER laughing...
- A YOUNG GIRL (JUDITH MYERS) with sunken cheeks, and insects
capering out of one vacant eye socket: "Michael! MICHAEL!"
- The HIGH PRIEST in flames... Laughing...
- The Sacral King... Running through the forest... He's being
chased by red-eyed WOLVES... They catch up to him... They
tear him to pieces...
The MINISTER he killed, watches from the woods... His
throat a gaping HOLE from which a DOZEN EYES glow...
The Minister points to her... And the wolves, jaws slavered
with foamy blood, bound her way...
The wolves pounce...
They are closing in on her...
But, at once, A BRONZE SOLDIER - a lifelike version of the
figurine - is there...
His heavy HAND reaches out to her...
She takes it...
AND SUDDENLY, Dana is pulled back from this horror show,
returning to the real world, careening through the darkness.
Screams and horrifying laughter accompany her exit...
ONE VOICE (O.S.)
You been dreamin'... sweet thing?
And then BOOM, Dana is back above ground --
Above the shattered remains of Judith Myers' headstone...
The MAW of Judith Myers' gravesite, like some kind of obscene
Pandora's Box, emits a cool reek...
... and the WHISPERS of a thousand doomed souls...
INT. DOYLE ATTIC
Dana is ripping herself out of the VR gear...
The cemetery! We've got to get to
the cemetery -- !
She turns around to Tommy, and comes face to face with
MICHAEL MYERS instead... advancing towards her...
Dana freaks... But it is Tommy Doyle, and only her
imagination... (cheap thrill #234)
Dana's terrified eyes flash towards the DIGITAL CLOCK resting
on Tommy's desk - it reads 12:19... And then at
We were cursed... Our family was
cursed... Long ago... There was a
ceremony... A sacrifice... And one
of our ancestors defied the Gods...
And this curse was passed into
Michael... That night in 1963...
A curse --
"At the hand of one of their own that
they shall fall... "
Why the cemetery?
Judith Myers' grave... It's a
portal... Into the otherworld...
We've got to get him back there.. .
And we have to do it between 12:00
and 1:00. On Halloween night...
INT. DOYLE HOUSE - PARTY
A line of GIRLS wait for the second story BATHROOM...
Michael walks past them... Kicking open the door...
He hauls a kissing COUPLE out from the john...
Slams the door behind him...
Fuck YOU, buddy -- !
The kid kicks at the door...
Tommy and Dana are preparing to leave...
We should take this --
She goes to the figurine...
Why -- ?
I don't know... I just think we
A POUNDING! From beneath them...
INT. BATHROOM - DOYLE HOUSE
Michael Myers is in the bathroom standing on top of the
commode, blasting his way through the FLOORBOARDS with his
Tommy stares down at where the crunching sound is coming
No way --
Come on, Tommy! Let's go. He'11
follow us there! We don't have much
They go to the attic door... Tommy makes to open it...
It won't budge...
NEW ANGLE - the other side of the steel door... Michael's
KNIFE jammed through the handle, flush against the wall...
They can hear Michael's assault on the floorboards... He's
Dana glances at her wristwatch - it's now 12:34...
How are we going to get OUT of here,
Tommy? You live in a fuckin' ATTIC!
What were you ever thinking?
I - T don't know. I guess I was -
THINKING that Michael didn't have
ANOTHER FUCKING SISTER WHO WOULD LEAD
HIM BACK TO TOWN -- !
INT. DOYLE HOUSE - OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM
The girls still wait... They can hear the pounding...
Glad we didn't eat wh^tever he did --
Michael's burrowing continues... He is getting there...
Tommy grabs a wooden chair, and starts to bang away at the
Dana sees that the clock reads 12:31...
She rushes to look out the window, out at the Wallace
house... All is dark, save for candles in the window... The
Street is silent...
Dana picks up the phone - the line is dead...
with a sickening GROAN of wrenched nails and timber, the
floorboards of the attic "birth" Michael Myers... who rises
up through the hole... To face Dana and Tommy...
Tommy picks up his computer PRINTER, raises it above his head
Michael moves for him...
Tommy brings the printer crashing down onto Myers' cranium...
Michael is unfazed. He reaches out for Dana...
Eluding his grasp, Dana stumbles and
the hole in the floorboards...
Falling into the bathroom below...
TOMMY -- !
Go, Dana! Just go -- !
Decision-time. Dana sees her watch, the crystal cracked...
It is 12:43...
She rips open the bathroom door...
The girls are standing there... Waiting...
Dana runs past them... Runs downstairs.
And out the door.
Mickey and Bad News watch her go...
INT. DOYLE ATTIC
Tommy and Myers face each other...
C'mon, you bastard... Now that I see
you here - you don't scare me at
Myers fakes a lunge at Tommy... Tommy leaps in terror...
Well, maybe just a little --
Michael seems to be amused by this...
He moves for Tommy... When --
O.S. the sounds of a CAR starting up... Rewing high and
Michael glances out the window --
It is DANA. And she's in the VW MICROBUS...
And she's driving off...
Michael grabs Tommy and HURLS HIM against the wall...
Tommy crumples like a fast food wrapper...
Michael drops down through the floorboard hole...
We can hear the girl on the toilet SCREAM O.S.
INT. MICROBUS - MOVING
"Mr. Sandman" plays softly on the car radio...
It has started to RAIN...
A SPECIAL BULLETIN breaks into tihe music...
... In Haddonfield tonight, three are
confirmed dead at this time, and
authorities believe there could be
A FLASH of LIGHTNING... A wheeze of static... And, over the
Big brother is watching, sweet
Dana switches it off...
She drives on...
Dana pulls up alongside the cemetery...
It's raining pitchforks now...
A BANGING on the side window...
Leering into her is Father Carpenter...
Welcome to your nightmare, Missy...
He sniggers. But then he's gone. Never really there at all.
Dana gets out of the van...
She looks down at her hand...
She's still holding the figurine. In fact, she's been
clutching it so tightly, she drew blood...
Dana plods through the sheets of wind-swept rain...
Father Carpenter's VOICE FLOATS across the tombs and
FATHER CARPENTER (O.S.)
See you in the big, bed basement,
Missy. Promise me a dance -- ?
Dana runs through the cemetery. Searching...
She looks at her watch. Wipes it dry... But it's too dark to
make out the time...
And she sees him...
On the road skirting the cemetery. Out of a streelamp's
He's retrieved his knife... He marches toward her...
Dana is running blind. The rain. The wind. The panic...
And Michael is behind her...
A FLASH of lightning. And she can see him gaining ground...
And Dana FALLS...
And Michael is upon her...
She crawls on her belly... Through the mud and sopping sod...
And then there it is --
that is Judith Myers' grave...
And Dana scrambles for it...
Michael behind her...
Dana glances briefly into the mysterious yawn...
And CLIMBS RIGHT IN -- !
Michael, without hesitation, DIVES IN after her --
Only then realizing his mistake...
For this is no shallow grave...
Michael plummets down, down, down...
Hollow CRIES rise from the portal... Terrifying YOWLS...
Dana, spraddle-legged, CLINGS to one side, right below the
When she can no longer see Myers, she crawls up and out of
Resting on the side... Panting, hurting, sobbing...
It is over. She buries her head in hands...
CLAWS FROM THE PORTAL... Grabbing her leg...
Dropping the figurine --
Michael is pulling her toward the hole...
Pulling her down...
Down to the Netherworld...
He drags her to the edge of the portal...
Dana scrabbles for the figurine...
It's just out of her reach...
She is close the portal... Michael is too strong... Pulling
His labored BREATHING consumes the TRACK, like an aqualung
Pulling her down....
Dana's fingers find purchase on the figurine...
Michael's MASK peers from the rim of the portal...
Go home, Michael... GO THE FUCK
HOME -- !
And SHE PLUNGES THE FIGURINE INTO HIS MASK... INTO HIS EYE..
And, for the first time in our series' storied history, we
HEAR Michael EMIT a deafening, agonized HOWL...
As he FALLS INTO OBLIVION...
The portal gobbling him up like a tasty morsel...
A flash of LIGHT from its bowels... A HOWL...
Dana crabs away from the hole... A mess...
HEADLIGHTS come up the cemetery drive...
A red pick-up. Mickey drives. Bad News and Tommy beside
Tommy leaps from the truck. Goes to Dana...
Are you okay -- ?
Dana nods... Staring at the portal...
Tommy glances into it... Diffident...
He motions to the kids in the truck...
They back the truck up to the portal...
A MOTOR HUMS...
It is the winch... They are lowering Judith Myers' headstone
back onto its rightful place...
Mickey and Bad News, rain-soaked, look terrified...
Lower. Lower. Then, with a deep, resounding SUCKING NOISE,
the portal is SEALED...
Dana gets to her feet... She begins to walk away...
Dana -- ?
Where you going -- ?
She turns to look back at him... Her eyes resolute...
I've got a story to file --
And with that, she walks through the graveyard...
The rain has stopped...
Tommy looks after her, confused... And then he sees SOMETHING
on the ground...
He picks it up.
It is the FIGURINE...
He calls after her, raising the figurine --
Dana -- ?
But she is gone, lost to us amidst the silent tombs and
Tommy shrugs. Perhaps he'11 need it again himself...
And Tommy and the two kids climb back into the truck...
And Tommy's face goes slack...
For he sees, on the truck's DASHBOARD...
It is 1:14.
And Father Carpenter, sitting on a tombstone nearby, breaks
out in a gale of giggles...
His sinister LAUGH FADING OFF...
To be replaced by...
The HALLOWEEN THEME MUSIC...